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𝔖𝔢𝔦𝔥𝔡𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞
Seihdhara of the Red Hair, The Crimson Goddess, The Bear Mother, The Flame Eternal, Whose Beginning Is Tears and Teaches Laughter
Level Three Goddess of War(Martial Combat)
Six Might & Two Miracles
Time: Takes place SEVEN MONTHS after the Day the Gods Came
Now that Seihdhara considered it, creating an entire sub-species to hunt down another sub-species she had accidentally created might not have been the most efficient way of going about things. But it was done, and now she had to find where that sullied had taken poor Dwynen.
With golden dust floating about her and her crimson curls trailing behind, she sped across the heavens in search of the little faery and eventually found herself once more near Aella's cabin. But Aella was not there. Things were different now though - there was a huge tree with alluring red fruit. The goddess plucked one fruit and inspected it. Was it just her or was there... a voice? A squiggle settled on the fruit and buried its mandibles in. Seihdhara laughed and stroked the little thing's delicate wings. But it quickly became apparent that something was amiss, for the squiggle quickly blackened and turned on the goddess, biting her finger. Squealing in surprise, Seihdahra released the red fruit and pulled her hand away from the creature. Before she knew it a host of little fae - who had been hiding between the tree's red leaves - were upon her, pulling at her hair and pelting her with pieces of fruit.
'Why you!' The goddess cried angrily, immediately inspiring fear in Kap Gam's corrupted creations and causing them to flee. And now she could hear the tree's whispers more clearly and could see the poor creatures that had been lured in, corrupted, and now could not break away from the alluring voice of the tree. Had Larwen made this? She was about to approach the tree's trunk for inspection when head snapped to the side and she felt it. In the distance: war.
The goddess drew deeper into Larwen's territories and soon came upon a small host of unsullied, with little makeshift spears in their hands, struggling with one of Larwen's monstrosities. 'Tingalina! From the side!' One was shouting.
'Its eye! Get its eye!' But even with their weapons, they were clearly outmatched and soon the hundred or so unsullied made to escape. But one was caught by the Zalsarix and shouted and struggled.
'Tingalina is caught!' Came the cry, but Seihdhara had already descended and, gripping the Zalsarix's arm and twisting it in such a manner as to force it to release the faery, freed the distressed fae. The Zalsarix croaked something illegible and shrunk back, and Seihdhara let it go and watched it flee.
Cheering, the unsullied host surrounded the goddess and, all of them carrying her, took her back to Elabeen and Fylmira. The Lord and Lady immediately recognised the goddess and told her of their plight, and how even with the aid of mighty Brentylwith they suffered at the hands of the Morig.
'And where is Brentylwith?' The goddess asked.
'He ventured forth at dawn and we have not seen him since. He will surely return soon.' But Seihdhara, though she pitied the faeries their plight, had to find her Dwynen.
'To defend yourselves successfully, you must understand the ways and laws of war,' the goddess declared, 'Brentylwith has taught you to hunt your foes with weapons, but that is not enough - one must know how to use that weapon, war requires warriors. But the skills of a warrior are not enough, for warriors must organise themselves well to succeed and attain victory in the fray.' And the goddess approached Elabeen and Fylmira and taught them these things, and she taught them to many others too.
Then Seihdhara left and continued her search for Dwynen.
